Lyrics Rough Justice - The Cross

Rough Justice

Your criminal eyes, that see straight through
We criminalise — your kind of voodoo
Make me sell my soul for the easy life
Sell my mother, trade in my wife
Rough justice — alright — rough justice on the streets tonight
Rough justice — we’re the chosen few
If you want to scream, if you want to fight
Better take it to the man with the big house — in white
It’s rough justice
Your bleeding heart got a hold on me Your criminal heart won’t let me be For finer feelings I didn’t feel the need
When I’m dealing you’d better watch my speed
Get rough
Rough justice — alright
Rough justice — on the streets tonight
Rough justice — we’re the chosen few
Rough justice — somebody loosened my screws
Vigilante man of the neighbourhood
Well I ain’t like Doris Day, and I ain’t no Robin Hood
It’s rough justice
Your criminal eyes — don’t cut no ice
We criminalise — don’t take no outside advice
It’s a real cruel life when you have to lose it It’s a heavy
It’s rough justice — it’s rough justice
It’s rough justice…
Claudia)